River Spawn
Draped horizon to horizon, deep azure curtained the noon sky. The Whitesboro town marshal scanned the northwest, saw no hint of the predicted storm, turned back to his old Plymouth parked alongside th
Draped horizon to horizon, deep azure curtained the noon sky. The Whitesboro town marshal scanned the northwest, saw no hint of the predicted storm, turned back to his old Plymouth parked alongside the Gunnison.